justmoondustwoman

[justmoondustwoman]

sincerely yours — bonus #1

Summary: Eisley Tusie was no stranger to Saturday detentions, but there was just something about that one Saturday that changed her.

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: none

Monday March 26, 1984

EISLEY WALKED DOWN THE HALLWAY BESIDE JOHN ON THEIR WAY OUT OF THE BUILDING. The young woman was tucked comfortably underneath his arm. While a barely visible smile was on John's face, Eisley smiled widely. They'd been nearly inseparable all day, much to the disbelief of quite a few people. Around them, people gave them curious glances, and one girl that was considered popular whispered behind her hands to her friends, eyeing the couple as they passed. Neither of them cared, though.

"Hey, Bri," Eisley called when the boy came into sight.

Brian looked up from his conversation with his friends, looking a little confused until he spotted his new friends. He grinned and waved enthusiastically, and Eisley's already wide smile got a little bigger. Brian's friends looked between their friend and the girl and even John, wide-eyed and bewildered. John, having witnessed the entire exchange, chuckled.

Claire came into sight, next. She was surrounded by her friends that spoke loudly about things that Eisley didn't much care for. The darker skinned girl's wide smile reduced to one that was a bit smaller, but still very much there. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to the red haired girl when they met eyes. Claire watched them for a moment before subtly nodding back and returning to the conversation with her friends.

Refusing to let Claire ruin her good mood, Eisley allowed her smile to get wide again as she and John passed the girl and her friends by. She knew deep down that Claire wouldn't really change, no matter how loud Eisley told her that her friends shouldn't control her. It was disappointing, yes, but not unexpected.

Andrew was the one that initiated the interaction next. "Hey!" he shouted over the chatter of the hallway when he spotted them, ignoring the fact that his jock buddies looked scandalized. When the couple spotted the blond boy, he began waving at them. Eisley waved back while John threw up a hand as a greeting. Andrew smiled and turned back to his friends, explaining that Eisley was his friend. Denny Duchamp didn't look at all pleased with that revelation.

Allison was outside waiting for her parents to pick her up. She was typically always one of the first people out of the building because she never really had any friends to talk to that kept her from leaving immediately. However, she was pleasantly surprised when Eisley and John passed her on the sidewalk, both giving the girl a smile — Eisley's bigger than John's, of course — and a quick "hello" as they walked on.

John walked Eisley most of the way home. He stopped a few blocks away, where he'd have to separate from her so that he could head to his own home. He didn't really want to leave her, he didn't want to go home, so he wrapped his arms around her tightly and buried his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of it. He didn't really know what it smelled like, he just knew that he liked it. Eisley's face was pressed against his chest and her arms were tightly secured around his torso. He smelled like cigarettes and cheap cologne, and it made her smile against his coat.

When they broke apart a couple minutes later, Eisley gripped onto the collar of his coat and pulled him down so that she could plant a kiss on his lips. It was slow and nice, and he looked just a little dazed when they pulled apart.

"See you tomorrow," she said softly, then turned and began to make her way home.

John stared after her, smiling to himself as he turned to walk himself home. "Yeah," he said to himself. "See you tomorrow."

[justmoondustwoman]

i keep finding out that my favorite films (and a show) are adapted from neil gaiman novels and i’m not even mad about it. i love that man and his work.

[justmoondustwoman]

sincerely yours — chapter one

Summary: Eisley Tusie was no stranger to Saturday detentions, but there was just something about that one Saturday that changed her.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: mature themes, foul language

Keep reading

[justmoondustwoman]

quotes from Sword of Destiny (the Witcher book series)

(did i mention that in the book, they were in bed together while saying these sentences? because yeah. they were.)

[justmoondustwoman]

As much as I love the books, I’m quite satisfied with this netflix adaptation I hope they don’t disappoint me in the second season 😁

..

And they put Jaskier’s hat on the new photos!!Awww😍

[justmoondustwoman]

[justmoondustwoman]

Bruce Banner’s heart of gold.

[justmoondustwoman]

basically the show, let's be honest

[justmoondustwoman]

#Tissaia planning murder

[justmoondustwoman]

I wanna (dun dun dunt)(oh)!

Cause you so thick 🎶 🔥🚓🚨

[justmoondustwoman]

Arwen & Aragorn

[justmoondustwoman]

The Witcher (2019)

[justmoondustwoman]

i would i like on record that i am not ALWAYS the stupid one in the relationship

[justmoondustwoman]

Wedding day by 阿妮亚

[justmoondustwoman]

Geraskier + tumblr text posts 1/?

[justmoondustwoman]

Man Director // Woman Director

[justmoondustwoman]

Haven’t seen many of these, so what about some fluff of Geralt taking care of the reader during a really bad storm? 💖

Spotless: Geralt

Author’s Note: A Drabble compiled of like three requests! Lol Trying to clear them out a little!!! I hope you enjoy! Happy reading!

Prompts in Bold: 53. That wasn’t very subtle 98. Don’t shut me out.

The thunder rumbled overhead, there was a storm rolling in. One you didn’t want to deal with alone. You peered out the window hoping to hear the familiar trot of Roach. There was nothing to hear besides the scattered drops of water in the wooden roof and the crackle of the fire.

The storm hastens, the door to the window flaps restlessly until you slam it shut lighting a few candles and sit in the chair. You were accustomed to being alone during storms, but the uneasiness was something you couldn’t get used to. There was no telling where the Witcher was, he told you he would return on the eve of the fifth day away from you, he said going a week was impossible. You believed him, he always returned when he said he would.

Your door flies open, the vision of lightning walking across the lake is all you can see followed by a roaring wind and him groaning. You could hear Geralt Groaning.

“It always rains when we get here doesn’t it Roach?” he tied the horse under the small open barn and bustled across the small yard to your home. Perhaps it was the lake that drew storms to your home, but you hated it. Geralt made it to the door in a few easy strides, the cloak hid his face, but you could feel the scowl and annoyance at the storm. You two were opposites when it came to them. He disliked them but it was because he hated being wet, his job was so messy anyway.

“You made it.” You smiled at him and took his cloak. You admired for a brief moment the way the rain clung to him and then moved to close the door.  Geralt was yours, you didn’t need reassurance but whenever he returned it was hard for you to keep your hands from him.

“I am a man of my word.”

“I see, and right on time.” You said and then jumped when the lightning crackled. You stood with your heart beating hard against your chest stunned. It was close. Storms had been an issue for you since you could remember, your mother said you were born during one and you’d screamed during them ever since.

Geralt kissed your forehead adoringly, you heard him inhale sharply and then begin to throw his clothes to the ground. “You are going to be fine.”

But he couldn’t promise that you rolled your eyes. “Now that you’re here everything will be just fine.” You said sarcastically. “There is still a storm raging, there is still a danger.”

“We could drown out that storm.” He said with a small grin appearing on his face.

“That wasn’t very subtle.” You scoffed and hung his cloak on the hook then turned to him. “I am worried here and you want to climb on me.” Your eyes rolled.

Geralt was on you in seconds turning your shoulders so that your body faced him. “YN.” He smiled. But you were not paying him any attention, the thunder rumbled the little house causing the glasses to shake and the candlelight to flicker more. “Don’t shut me out.” He said holding your chin. “Storms are nothing, just  nature’s way of cleaning up our shit.” He comforted. “And the storms won’t bother us because we have no shit to clean.” He laughed. “We’re spotless.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” You smiled looking into his eyes, they were filled with worry.

“Let’s sleep through it?” He suggested wrapping his arms around your body. You felt the warmth you’d craved for five days, could feel his slow heartbeat against your back. “I can wake you up when it’s over.”

That could work, being lulled by your worst nightmare while cradled in the arms of one the most fierce fighter’s that ever lived. Your lips pressed to his gentle and you shook your head. “Good idea.”